Chapter 1

Promiscuity. Everyone has a different opinion about it. For some, it is controversial. Others may see absolutely no issue with it. There are people who are not judgmental of it but then do not practice it themselves. Then there are those who are for promiscuity but end up getting in trouble because of it… and I am one of those people.

Now that I have told you that I am a promiscuous person you have probably formed some kind of opinion about me. That's okay, I get it, you're human. I'm not saying that in a condescending way either, I would probably form some kind of idea about you in my head as well.

I guess I should tell you about myself then. I am a twenty-two year old female and my name is Kagome. I work at an airport in a small city in Japan. More specifically, I am a desk agent for one of the airlines that fly to our airport. I went to University and finished my Bachelors. I have been single for a number of years. I'm basically your average girl. I would consider myself to be a pretty good person, for the most part.

Now I know you're probably thinking to yourself "for the most part?" Well, yeah. I've grown up to be a pretty selfless person, but one year (last year), something came over me and I decided to be selfish for once.

Sex is something I love, like most people do. I lost my virginity a few months before I turned seventeen, and I didn't lose it because I was in love or because I thought my boyfriend at the time was 'the one'. I just wanted to have sex. To this day I really don't regret that either. We had sex basically every time we saw each other, which wasn't very often as we lived an hour apart and my ex didn't have his license and I didn't own my own car.

Let's just say that that relationship didn't last very long (four months to be exact). The summer following I was seeing this guy that was four years older than me. We fooled around a little but he eventually freaked out because of how young I was and just disappeared on me. It wasn't very long after that I met my first serious boyfriend. Wanna know how we met? On an online dating site. We chatted online for maybe 3 days before I met him at his house in the middle of the night when my dad whom I only lived with was out of town. (Real smart Kiara, you're lucky you didn't die that night). Yes, we had sex. The next day I thought for sure it was just a one night stand and I was completely okay with it. He actually ended up texting me that day and we were dating a week later. Long story short, that entire relationship was based off of sex and it was an awful relationship.

After we broke up I went through a 'dry spell' (as I called it) for a little over a year. My ex left me very damaged and I had a lot of healing I needed to do without involving another person in my life, so that is what I did. I eventually met a guy. I thought he was cute, he seemed like a sweetheart and we got along very well. One night I bit the bullet and kissed him. And guess what that led to? Sex. A really good hour of sex. And guess what happened after that? Nothing. He stopped talking to me. And that hurt, a lot.

I think you probably have started to see a pattern here. I'm a very easy person. If I have any sort of attraction to you, you can and will get in my pants. It's just the way I am. I'm not really proud of it. I don't think there's anything wrong with promiscuity but I wish I would think with my brain rather than my genitals when it came to boys.

So after that one night stand my confidence and self-esteem (well what was left of it anyways) took a really hard hit.

This is now where my story starts, a year ago from now.

It was early September. My co-worker Ayame and I were working the evening shift. Due to the low volume of passenger traffic, we were the only ones on shift. Janice and I are very similar. We have similar interests and well we both love sex. One difference about us though is that she is pretty vocal about it and I am dead silent. It's not that I'm shy or ashamed, I just prefer to keep my sex life private to myself and who ever I may be sleeping with (which was no one at this time).

Airports are required to have a team of fire fighters on stand-by at the airport in case of an emergency situation where there is an aviation crash. This way fire services will be on scene within seconds of the accident. Because of the low volume of traffic here in our little airport, the firemen are required to perform maintenance duties around the airport while one remains in the fire hall in case of an emergency. This way, the city saves money by having them maintain the airport and be on stand-by for an emergency at the same time. It's a pretty good idea if you ask me.

Ayame and I were sitting at the check in desk waiting for passengers to arrive when Kouga, one of our best looking firemen, came walking by.

"Hey girls." He said as he walked by carrying a ladder on his shoulder and Ginta, another fireman, following suit. We both inwardly swooned and said Hi back.

"Kouga is so hot." Ayame sighed to herself. I whole heartedly agreed. He is a very tall and broad man. He's in fantastic shape, very chiseled arms and jaw. He's got dark hair which he keeps tied in a long ponytail. He is quite the manly man.

I looked at Ayame and noticed that she seemed like she had something she REALLY needed to say. You know how kids get when they really want to tell you something and they look like they are going to burst trying to keep it a secret? That's basically how Ayame looked.

"Are you going to be okay?" I pried. I was really curious to know what was on her mind.

Ayame looked to her left and to her right, I'm assuming to scan for listening ears. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and said yes.

"I'm being serious. You cannot repeat this. I could get fired." I looked at Ayame in surprise. What is she about to tell me?

"Kouga and I have been hooking up for the past few months." Ayame admitted and I let my jaw drop.

"Ayame-" I started but she cut me off.

"I know I know, he has a girlfriend and I'm engaged. But neither of us are happy in our relationships and well this is helping a little as awful as that sounds."

I am not going to lie. As shocked as I was, a wave of jealousy over took me. I've always had the hots for Ryan. I always wished that he was single because if he was I would jump his bone in a heartbeat. Now that I know Ayame has been sleeping with him, I was kind of starting to wish that I was her.

"Please don't judge me." She begged.

"I am judging you." I responded even though I was getting jealous. At this moment, Kouga and Ginta walked by again and Ayame's face turned bright red. I turned to her and gave her a look.

"It's just that Hakkaku has been giving me zero attention, and I'm pretty sure he's cheating on me too. I just have no proof of it." Ayame told me and I sighed. She knew what was coming. I tend to say it like it is even if it will hurt your feelings.

"That's not really a solution to your problems… Why don't you just end it with Hakkaku?" I asked. From previous conversation I knew Hakkaku wasn't exactly a winner in the dating world.

"Well, I have nowhere to go." Was her answer. I have to admit, I know that feeling. That's how I felt with my ex and I stayed with him longer then I should have. But as lonely and hurt as I was I never once cheated on him. He actually cheated on me in the beginning of our relationship and I don't think I ever want to experience that kind of pain ever again. I also would never wish that kind of pain on to anyone else.

Her phone then lit up and she opened her text. She blushed a little.

"Kouga?" I guess. She blushed even more and nodded yes. She replied to Kouga and then showed it to me saying he's a pretty kinky guy.

I wanna fuck you with a bag on your head and hands tied up ;)it read.

I have to admit, I didn't really have all that much to say. My mind just went back to the jealousy train and wished I could be receiving those texts.

Then it hit me. I was wishing I could sleep with someone who was in a serious, committed relationship. I sighed to myself and put the thought aside.

Ayame and I talked about it for a few more minutes until a passenger arrived to check in. Since Ayame was busy in her own world I served the customer. That passenger was soon followed by many more and that conversation was forgotten. We went about the rest of our shift without speaking of the matter, but it sure as hell was floating around in my head.

The end of the night came and the airport was shutting down for a few hours. I worked the last flight and Ayame had gone home about three and a half hours ago. I was walking to my car when Kouga drove by me. He honked and waved goodbye.

Kouga and I have spoken on many occasions. We weren't super close or anything but we are work friends I guess. But that was it. I never really thought much about what he would be like in bed but now I just can't stop thinking about it. I want to hate myself but at the same time it's just fanaticizing right? It's no harm just thinking about what he's like in bed (which is kinky apparently.) I have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about… Right?